Most people say its easier to have both parents around. Well its even harder without having any; and i know what thats like.
Growing up I never had my father by my side, but unlike my mom she was there 3/4 of the time. Switching homes and living with my aunt for a year and a half was somewhat okay, but then agin I knew what not having quality family time was like and I hated knowing that I couldn't call anyone "mom" or "dad" like everyone else around me could. Sadly I couldn't remember a time where I actually enjoyed spending time with my dad, same goes for my mom. During the time where I was switching homes it was really difficult because I didn't understand very much of what was going on. Most of the time I was sure that I was the reason for this problem. But I wasn't, I just got blamed for everything so i seemed to me that everything was my fault.
After coming back to live with my mom everything seemed somewhat fine, until visitations started up every weekend with my dad. I had a feeling I wouldn't enjoy going over to his house every weekend, and i never did. All the times that I made seem as if I liked being over at my dads was for my younger brother, I didn't want him to have to know that I absolutely hated being over there. I couldn't have him find out. After spending all of elementary school going back and forth between my moms and dads house, the beginning of 6th grade I stopped seeing my dad. So it was just my mom and I.
My mom wasn't completely sane until I was in the middle of 7th grade, but it was better than being in a abusive home with my dad. All the things that my mom was and still is going through is something I will never understand. So closer to the end of my 7th grade year I started living with my sister and her so call "foster grandparents." The first couple months in my new home was very awkward for me, I kept everything to myself. I was really depressed and scared because I didn't want the same thing to happen over agin. There was lots of trust issues and there were those nights where I would cry myself to sleep because I didn't understand why all this was happening to me.
Finally it was summer and it still didn't feel like a place where i could call home. I was introduced as a part of the family "the newest family member". For once I felt a little safer and I never really felt that way before. Getting into the 8th grade everything seemed a little more easier, and my grades improved as I got more confident in everything I did. At the end of 8th grade I was so happy that I got through my middle school years and I was ready for highschool. So far 9th grade had been my best year and I have better grades than ever. Even though I don't have my parents around I know I have many people that love me and care which matters most. - Isais Nichols
Growing up I never had my father by my side, but unlike my mom she was there 3/4 of the time. Switching homes and living with my aunt for a year and a half was somewhat okay, but then agin I knew what not having quality family time was like and I hated knowing that I couldn't call anyone "mom" or "dad" like everyone else around me could. Sadly I couldn't remember a time where I actually enjoyed spending time with my dad, same goes for my mom. During the time where I was switching homes it was really difficult because I didn't understand very much of what was going on. Most of the time I was sure that I was the reason for this problem. But I wasn't, I just got blamed for everything so i seemed to me that everything was my fault.
After coming back to live with my mom everything seemed somewhat fine, until visitations started up every weekend with my dad. I had a feeling I wouldn't enjoy going over to his house every weekend, and i never did. All the times that I made seem as if I liked being over at my dads was for my younger brother, I didn't want him to have to know that I absolutely hated being over there. I couldn't have him find out. After spending all of elementary school going back and forth between my moms and dads house, the beginning of 6th grade I stopped seeing my dad. So it was just my mom and I.
My mom wasn't completely sane until I was in the middle of 7th grade, but it was better than being in a abusive home with my dad. All the things that my mom was and still is going through is something I will never understand. So closer to the end of my 7th grade year I started living with my sister and her so call "foster grandparents." The first couple months in my new home was very awkward for me, I kept everything to myself. I was really depressed and scared because I didn't want the same thing to happen over agin. There was lots of trust issues and there were those nights where I would cry myself to sleep because I didn't understand why all this was happening to me.
Finally it was summer and it still didn't feel like a place where i could call home. I was introduced as a part of the family "the newest family member". For once I felt a little safer and I never really felt that way before. Getting into the 8th grade everything seemed a little more easier, and my grades improved as I got more confident in everything I did. At the end of 8th grade I was so happy that I got through my middle school years and I was ready for highschool. So far 9th grade had been my best year and I have better grades than ever. Even though I don't have my parents around I know I have many people that love me and care which matters most. - Isais Nichols